I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft—god, my hand barely closed around him—and guided the fat head to my entrance. Then I sank down.
The stretch was immediate and intense. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as the head breached me, forcing my walls to open around his girth. I paused, breathing hard, my nails digging into his thighs through his jeans.
“f**k… you’re so big, Daddy…”
“Easy, baby. Breathe for me.” His hands gripped my hips, steadying me, but he didn’t push up. He let me control the descent, even though I could feel how badly he wanted to thrust.
I lowered myself another inch, then another, whimpering at the delicious burn as he filled me deeper than anything ever had. The movie played on in the background—Elizabeth Taylor’s voice floating through the spea
